by Coco Lefèvre
CHAPTER THREE
“Wait, that was what he said before he—uh—made love to you again? I am married?”
Harriett gripped the phone tightly to her ear and nodded. She had told Amy everything and while she had thought that her friend was going to tell her she had made a terrible mistake, she could imagine Amy was currently grinning from cheek to cheek. She sounded absolutely elated and had asked for every detail since she had called over an hour ago.
“And what did you do afterwards?” Amy was asking now.
“Nothing.” Harriett said.
“Can’t be nothing.” Amy hissed. “He sounded like a really bold man. How was the sex? You had your thighs jerking wide and high for him?”
“Amy!” Harriett gasped, filled with embarrassment.
“Don’t Amy me.” Amy laughed. “You were the one that kept how you felt away from me for so long. Now, I have got to take the pleasurable journey of finding fun with you.”
Harriett sighed. “I don’t think it is only fun that I want.”
“Of course, it isn’t. You have got to achieve some things with the two weeks you have got left for your vacation.”
“Achieve something?”
“Yes, you don’t want to come back here exactly the same woman you were before you left, do you?”
Harriett was quiet and Amy used the opportunity to delve into a long list of things she could do with John and without him.
“You could be his whore for a change.” she said. “If he is married and had spent time with you, my money says he isn’t happy with her. You aren’t happy with Jamie too. It is a win-win, I reckon. And yes, when he bores you, try visiting the spa I told you about. You can flirt with the bulky Korean guy in the massage parlour – he gives a wonderful back rub!”
Harriett shook her head at every turn. There were no boundaries to what Amy could suggest. She ended the call with her a few minutes later, promising to think about her suggestions. And while she was alone in her apartment, she did consider continuing whatever she had started with John. They had spent the whole night wrapped in each other’s arms and the next morning, he had made her breakfast. She had asked him why he lived alone and he had told her he didn’t. His wife, Shelley, wasn’t always home – it was the only thing about her she had been able to get and she had let it go.
Sighing, Harriett picked up her phone and dialled John’s number. They were supposed to meet again at the swimming training but she couldn’t guarantee she would still be interested in being “his whore” if she waited another few seconds. John picked the call after the second ring.
“Hello Harriett.” he greeted.
“You are married.” she breathed into the phone.
Silence, and then a short sigh. “And you have got a boyfriend....” he replied.
“I want to be your whore for the next two weeks.” she said before he could finish.
The silence was longer this time around, she almost thought he had ended the call. “Why two weeks?” she heard him whisper eventually.
“It is all I have got to be the woman I wasn’t.”
She felt that he nodded at her words. “Okay.” he said.
“Okay what?” she asked him.
“You will be my whore and I will be yours.”
His tone had gotten more serious and deeper. She felt her mind reeking with the thought of his dick hardening in his shorts. “How soon can you get to me?” she asked him.
He understood her need and muttered that he could drive over in half an hour. She quickly told him her address and ended the call with a wince. Something had woken inside of her and although she had no idea what it was, she wasn’t going to fight it. The same thing prompted her to dial Jamie’s number a few minutes later.
“Hey.”
Jamie’s voice was cold as usual. She ignored the pain she felt as she thought about the time when his voice reverberated with profound happiness whenever he spoke with her.
“I wanted to know, Jamie.” she breathed into the phone.
“Know what?”
She took her time. “If you have loved me the past year as you had before then.”
He hadn’t expected the question. “How do you mean, Harry?”
She realized now that she hated it all the time he called her that. “Just answer the question, Jamie.” she said. “I know you haven’t felt the same way you always have.”
He sighed at the other end and she imagined he was wondering how best to tell her that she was telling the truth. “I have always wanted to tell you, Harry.” he groaned. “But you and I have been together for so long, it was meaningless to end things.”
Harriett held back from the sadness that swept through her heart. “You always wanted to end things too?”
“Yes, every damn time. We aren’t Bonnie and Clyde anymore, Harry. We lost touch. We lost that spark.”
She wanted to tell him he was the one that had lost their spark the moment he began to fuck his personal assistant but she refrained from speaking out of anger. “I think I just made the job easier for you.” she told him instead.
“Wh—what are you saying?”
“Exactly what you think. We do not have to pretend anymore, Jamie.”
He was silent and so was she for a few seconds. “I loved you, Jamie,” she whispered, “And I still did up unto a few seconds ago.”
“I know.” he said.
She ended the call with inexplicable heat coursing through her entire body. She had thought it was pain or even rage, but closing her eyes and heaving a sigh, she realised what she felt was relief and longing for a man she had recently accepted into her life.
She stepped into the bathroom a minute later, intending to make the afternoon entirely gratifying for him, and her.
CHAPTER FOUR
He wasn’t just good with his hands and mouth; John was a man that kept to time. She watched through the window as he parked across the street and made the long walk to her front porch. Before he hit the bell, she swept the door open for him, smiling seductively.
“You are punctual.” she commended.
“I always try to be.” he grinned. His eyes trailed the length of her entire body, settling on the swell of her breasts.
“You aren’t wearing anything under that robe, are you?” he asked.
She slowly shook her head, remembering how she had spent minutes in the bathroom, scrubbing her entire body clean for him. She had waited patiently for him afterwards in her night robe. “Come in and see for yourself.” she said, stepping away from the door.
He nodded and quietly slid into the house. His eyes never left her body. He glanced over his shoulder, donning a wide smile as she closed the door and leaned her body against it.
“So, what now?” he asked.
“You speak too much.” she told him before pulling him by his collar and dragging him towards her. His crotch rubbed against her abdomen and she moaned as heat coursed through her thighs. She had wanted to kiss him but she slid her hand through the waistband of his pants to find his hardening cock instead.
“You thought about this throughout the entire time you drove here, didn’t you?” she asked him.
He nodded, closing his eyes and holding his breath. She squeezed his cock and smiled as he released a long breath. “And I guess you have also thought of fucking me with this.”
He nodded again and in response this time around, she went on her knees and pulled down his trousers and underwear with her. Once his cock jerked free, she wrapped her lips around its cap and sucked hard, tasting his flesh.
“Harriett!”
He was hers. She thought about the gratification she felt from filling a man with lust as she reached for his balls and squeezed them too. Once he had begun to lose control and had begun to thrust his hips, she fully swallowed his cock, choking on it.
His thighs shook uncontrollably. He let out loud groans like a wounded animal while she sucked him raucously, refusing to stop until he was sore. When his cock jerked
in her mouth, signalling his climax, she clenched her teeth around his cock, filling his body with rippling ecstasy from pain and pleasure.
“God! I am fucking cumming!” he yelled eventually and she pulled away just in time to see his cum splattering all over the floor.
Giggling, she stepped away from the door and stopped in the middle of the room. She loosened the ropes around her waist and let her robe slowly slip off her body to the floor. It was pleasurable to watch him grit his teeth in sexual rage. He had just climaxed but there it was in his eyes – renewed hunger for her – and she was going to fuel it with her naked body.
She began to rub her hands over her breasts and clit as he approached her. Once he was getting close, she stepped backward towards the bedroom, teasing him. He let out a whimper in complaint but she teased him on, eventually turning to back him and guiding him to her bedroom.
“Harriett!”
He had no idea, she muttered to herself. He knew nothing about the heat of passion he had awoken in her. He was also oblivious of the liquid that dripped down her thighs from her pussy for him. Once he stepped through the door into her bedroom, she lay on the bed for him, waiting, wishing that he would fill her thighs with his cock and ride her deep into the afternoon until nothing else mattered but their rippling climax.
“Come fuck your whore, John Hopkins.” she muttered, welcoming him into her arms as he joined her on the bed.
He kissed her briefly, drawing breath from her lungs. He also caressed her peach-shaped breasts, touching each one tenderly and making sure she moaned gratifyingly to his touch. Soon, he lay beside her on the bed, plastering his chest against her back as he lifted her left thigh and shoved his dick deep inside her.
“God! I have thought of this all day.” he groaned.
She glanced behind her shoulder to smile at him. He began to thrust slowly at first and then fast, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Fuck!” Harriett yelled. He was ripping her pussy apart with his raucous thrusts. He kept telling her how beautiful she was and how she had awoken the monster inside of him.
“Then fuck me harder!” she urged him on. “Fuck me like you would fuck a whore.”
This wasn’t her – she knew, but there was something thrilling about being another woman for a change. She felt his dick shoving harder through her pussy and all she could think about was pleasuring him until the end of her vacation. Perhaps she liked the man better than she should but she wasn’t going to think about that now. She was going to....
“Fuck!”
Her insides churned with ecstasy as John thrust his last and let out a wild groan to welcome both their ecstasies. Harriett felt her entire thighs reverberating with pleasure while her pussy pulsed against his cock. He pulled out and splashed warm cum all over her thighs, grinning with satisfaction.
“That was....”
“Awesome?” she asked, smiling and snuggling close to him.
“Yes, awesome is the word.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her.
There was absolute silence as they both paused to catch their breath. Afterwards, John swept her around so he could stare lovingly into her eyes.
“So, what next, my whore?” he asked.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Hey, John! Keep your eyes on the line. You wouldn’t learn to swim staring at Miss Hamilton’s boobs all evening!”
Colours flushed over Harriett’s cheeks as the training hall echoed with laughter. Some of the male trainees turned to her with a wink while the women began to talk in hushed tones. Amidst the gossip that followed Coach’s comment, John seemed to be the least affected one. He swam with his back in the water and fixed his gaze on her. At some point, before he got to the finished line, he winked at her and slowly brushed his crotch with his hand.
Harriett’s gaze swept to the floor. She tried to hide the colours that flushed over her cheeks again but it was too late. John had seen her; he chuckled loudly as he finished swimming and stepped out of the pool.
“Off! Off you go you male hunter!” Coach groaned at him and yet again, he grinned gratifyingly.
She rolled her eyes at him as he approached her, wondering what he was trying to prove. The past eight days had been an exhilarating one for both of them. They had tried everything – everything ranging from sex in the sitting room to the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom! And each time, Harriett remembered how he had done more than she had expected to her body. His touch sent electrifying jolts down her spine while merely looking into his eyes sent shivers down to her pleasure hole.
“You are staring, Miss Hamilton.”
She bit her lips, getting the thoughts of every night they had spent together out of her head. “You are staring too.” she told him.
He nodded, gripping a towel from one of the hangers and slowly wiping water from his body. The imagination of running her hands over his broad chest made her thirsty and she gulped down her own spit. They had just a day to spend with each other before she went back to her life as a workaholic and she had no idea if continuously being affected by the thoughts of his naked body was going to help her.
“We should get out of here.” She heard him whisper in an almost inaudible voice.
She blinked at him, holding back a smile. “We have got an hour more to train.”
“And a day more to spend with each other.” he grunted under his breath. “Don’t think I haven’t been counting.”
She shook her head at him. “It is the only arrangement I could think of, since you are married.”
He glanced around just to make sure no one was eavesdropping on them. “And I don’t have a problem with the arrangement.” he said. “The past two weeks, I have been happier than I have been the past two years.”
She looked into his eyes compassionately. He hadn’t told her much about his marriage still but she could always hear the tone of sorrow in his voice whenever he mentioned how unhappy he was. She wondered why he had never thought of leaving her.
“We don’t have to get out of here.” she told him, taking a step towards him. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Coach rolling his eyes at them but she paid no mind to the man. “We have got the right place for what you have in mind.”
He frowned confusedly at her at first but when she nodded her head towards the hallway, his eyes widened with realisation. “Here? You want us to—uh—here?”
She didn’t bother to reply him. She had done unspeakable things in the past two weeks – things she wouldn’t have thought she had the guts to do. Sleeping with a married man was one, and then fucking him in all manners of crooked ways was another. Swaying her hips in front of him, she made her way out of the swimming hall, fully aware that his eyes lingered on her lush body.
He was right behind her as she stepped towards the female changing room. Once he stepped through the door, she turned to look at him, seeing a raw sexual hunger she hadn’t seen in his eyes before.
“Lock the door.” she told him.
He nodded, quickly flipping the lock in place. Once he was done, Harriett slowly undid the straps of her swimming trunk and raised her eyebrow daringly at him as it dropped to the floor.
“God, I am gonna fuck you sore, Harriett.” He promised, stepping impenitently towards her.
She welcomed him into her arms at the same time that he smashed his lips hungrily against hers. She tasted blood as he bit her lips hard and then turned her to back him. Quickly, Harriett found her face smashing hard against the wall. He rubbed his palms over her breasts and squeezed hard while he whispered the words “I could only think of them while I swam” into her ears.
She was pleased beyond words. She rubbed her butt against his crotch as he squeezed her breasts again. He was losing control with each passing second and it was more than she could ask for. Rubbing her body against his again, he let out a wild groan and then pulled his shorts down while he arched her back, so her pussy was ready for him.
“Now.” she yelled at him. “Fuck me now, you....�
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He rammed inside her without warning and she almost lost her voice. She gasped loudly as he began to thrust without giving a care in the world. She hadn’t been fucked so hard before and she could feel her heart pacing rapidly against her chest. Her thighs instantly felt weak too while her pussy walls throbbed against his hard dick.
“You wanted me to be your whore and you, mine, yes?” he groaned and she nodded, feeling his cock hitting ramming into her hole.
“You wanted us to end after two weeks – after two weeks of immeasurable pleasure?”
Again, Harriett nodded. She was gasping so loud, she could feel the walls around them reverberating with her moans. John groaned loudly too. He hadn’t stopped groping her breasts and he didn’t stop thrusting either. At some point, Harriett reached behind her to grip his butt; she pulled him towards her so he could thrust deeper into her.
“You wanted this!” he grunted. “You wanted me to yourself!”
“Yes.” Harriett finally found her voice. “I want you to myself! Now, make me cum!”
Whatever words they blurted with rage to themselves, Harriett didn’t understand why they had to. All she knew was that her vision was gradually becoming blur while her knees went weak with heat. John had squeezed her neck tight as he thrust harder and it was pleasurable having to reach her climax while she found it hard to breathe. She melted against the wall at the same time that John fell against her. He thrust his last with a loud groan, filling her thighs with his warm cum.
“What was that about?” Harriett whispered a second later.
John said nothing. He slowly picked up his short, wore it back and slid out of the changing room.
Harriett made to follow him but winced as her thighs shook with pain. He had indeed fucked her sore.
EPILOGUE
Amy was lost for words. It was obvious with the way she stared across the company cafe at her, amazed and speechless. “So, you both had sex every single day?”
